Semua Bab BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Killan's POV The moment I waved Rhett off and turned back toward the company building, I knew I wouldn’t be following him home tonight. My chest was heavy with something darker than fatigue, something sharper than frustration. Rhett had delivered his speech, charmed every investor in the hall, and walked out with Declan and Nikolai like the perfect master of ceremonies. But me? I had unfinished business. The mask men Nikolai had discreetly flushed out earlier had been left with the guards, waiting to be transferred to the underground cells. Rhett hadn’t asked me to handle them, but my instincts screamed this was mine to deal with. I had questions burning in my skull, and I knew those assassins were the only ones who could answer them. I moved quickly, avoiding lingering guests and taking the side corridor that led to the service wing. The guards were stationed there, holding the subdued assassins who had been stripped of their weapons. Their heads were bowed, some bloody, all sile

Killian's POV The message from Nikolai had been like a knife straight to my chest. *Get your ass to the hospital. Now.* His tone hadn’t left room for questions. My gut had twisted from the moment the words rang in my ear, and I knew something had gone horribly wrong. The drive was a blur. I barely registered the traffic lights or the blur of headlights flashing past. My hands strangled the steering wheel, knuckles bone white. My mind kept circling back to one thing: *What the hell happened?* Nikolai’s voice had been furious, furious in a way I hadn’t heard in years. And Rhett… if Declan was involved, if anything had happened to him “Fuck,” I hissed, slamming the heel of my hand against the steering wheel as I tore into the hospital parking lot. My pulse thundered in my ears, a drumbeat that made it hard to breathe. The fluorescent lights above the hospital entrance burned too bright, washing the white walls with sterile lifelessness. My boots hit the ground hard as I sprinted thr

Killian's POV The prison walls were bare, the stone cold against my back as I sat on the rough bench. Time dragged like chains tied to my body. My head ached where Rhett’s fist had connected, my lip split, my jaw stiff, but the pain in my chest burned hotter than all of it. Betrayal was something I had prepared myself for, but not from them, not from Rhett. I sat still, hands hanging between my knees, staring at the floor. My mind was a storm, running in circles, trying to decide if I should scream or stay quiet. Nothing I said mattered anymore. Rhett had already made his judgment. To him, I was guilty. The sound of boots came closer. I didn’t lift my head. I knew the weight of that step. Nikolai. The door creaked, metal scraping metal, and then the clink of keys before it shut again. He didn’t say a word at first, just stood there, his arms folded, eyes on me. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and sharp. “I never thought you would stoop this low.” I exhaled slowly, my s

Third person POV The dark chamber was silent except for the sound of boots scraping against the stone floor. One of the assassins that Killian had taken managed to slip away before the torture became unbearable. His body was bruised, his clothes torn, and his breath came in ragged bursts as he stumbled into the hall of his master. The man seated at the far end of the chamber did not rise. His eyes followed the assassin, sharp and unreadable, as the survivor fell to one knee. His hands trembled as he tried to steady himself. “We failed,” the assassin confessed, voice hoarse. “The mission could not be completed. The pack’s security was tighter than expected. They were prepared for us. We could not break through. Too many of us were taken before we even reached the underground passage. I escaped only because the others gave me cover.” The boss leaned forward slightly. His hand rested on the arm of his chair, fingers tapping once. “You failed.” The words carried no emotion. “Yes, my

Declan's POV Cont'd "What happened?" I asked. Rhett leaned back in the chair. He had his jacket draped over one arm, still wearing the same black shirt he had earlier. His presence always carried weight, the kind that made everyone else around him straighten instinctively. "The guards said someone tried to sneak into the hospital last night," he said. "Security picked up some odd movement in the west wing, but it’s under control now. You were out cold when they checked in on you this morning. The doctor said it might have been the sedatives reacting again." He spoke evenly, as if testing me with every word. I didn’t answer. My mind played the scene again in silence. The door opening, the hiss of gas, the sharp burn in my lungs. Someone had anticipated me. That wasn’t coincidence. They knew I’d come. Either Zev wasn’t as helpless as he looked, or someone else had been waiting for me there. Rhett studied me for a moment longer. "You don’t remember anything unusual, do you?" I sho